Chapter 7: Sir, You Really Know the Ropes~

Mu Yinyin was supported by Jiang Ling, but she insisted on standing by herself, slurring, “You don’t have to hold me, I can walk on my own…”

Jiang Ling frowned, but Mu Yinyin stubbornly refused his help.

At that very moment, the door next to them suddenly opened.

Fu Siyen stepped out and was immediately bumped into by someone.

Dyson froze in disbelief…

But in the next second, he grinned broadly, wanting to see how this woman, who had so brazenly thrown herself at Fu Siyen, would meet her end.

Heaven knows how severe Fu Siyen’s obsession with cleanliness is: everything he uses must be washed countless times, not a wrinkle is allowed on his clothes, and even as his friends, they cannot casually slap him on the back.

And now…

A woman had crashed straight into his arms!

Because her head was lowered, neither he nor Dyson saw who she was.

Fu Siyen’s cold gaze instantly sharpened with hostility! He found the woman before him filthy and didn’t even want to push her away with his hands, preferring to step back instead.

Mu Yinyin, unable to steady herself, instinctively grabbed hold of Fu Siyen’s arm.

The air in the corridor grew icier.

Dyson inwardly broke out in a cold sweat for the woman—she was doomed!

Jiang Ling’s expression darkened and he reached out to pull Mu Yinyin back, but just then, she lifted her head and looked at Fu Siyen.

The moment they both saw her face—

Mu Yinyin?!

A dangerous glint flashed in Fu Siyen’s eyes—she actually came out drinking with another man?!

Yet in that instant, he didn’t even notice that his earlier revulsion had vanished, nor did he immediately push her away.

Mu Yinyin had no idea what kind of dangerous man she was provoking. Instead, she raised her hand and pinched his jaw, her phoenix eyes elongated and half-lidded, like a huntress admiring her prey. She laughed, “Mister, you’re so handsome. Want to have a drink with me?”

Fu Siyen’s face darkened even more!

His sharp gaze bore into Mu Yinyin’s face, but she was seven parts drunk, three parts dazed. He had never seen her like this—so unrestrained and wild, as if she were a queen awaiting his service.

Yet the strong scent of alcohol from her was a stark reminder: this woman, his current wife, was out drinking alone with another man!

Jiang Ling’s eyes flickered and he reached out at once. “Sorry, she’s drunk.”

But before he could touch Mu Yinyin’s arm, Fu Siyen suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and stepped back.

He gazed coldly at Jiang Ling, his voice icy as frost: “President Jiang, what are you doing drinking with my wife?”

The word “wife” was deliberately emphasized.

Even Dyson’s eyes widened in surprise—it was her, the woman Fu Siyen was about to divorce.

What on earth was Fu Siyen up to? With his severe mysophobia, he was actually holding Mu Yinyin?

But then Dyson realized—oh, Fu Siyen must be protecting her. Although their marriage was on the rocks and Fu Siyen saw Mu Yinyin as scheming, for the sake of her father, he wouldn’t let her be taken in by another man.

Jiang Ling’s eyes glittered with mockery. “Since you’re getting divorced, why address her so affectionately?”

Fu Siyen’s aura grew even colder!

The entire corridor seemed to drop several degrees.

Dyson, however, laughed cheerfully, “They haven’t even registered their divorce yet, President Jiang, you wouldn’t want to be the third party, would you?”

Jiang Ling’s expression turned even colder.

But before he could retort, Mu Yinyin raised her hand to hook it around Fu Siyen’s neck, pressing herself tightly against him. “Hmm? Your scent is so familiar.”

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck. Fu Siyen’s breath caught—after three years of marriage, he had never seen her act so coy.

He looked up at her, his annoyance obvious. Her bare face, flushed from drink, seemed even more bewitching and wild.

“What game are you playing? Since you brought me home, isn’t it because you want to sleep with me? My ex-husband was useless—I’m still a virgin. Tonight, you’re in luck.”

“I’m useless?” Fu Siyen actually laughed in disbelief. He’d never touched her out of disdain, and she thought him impotent?

Wait—she said she was a virgin.

That night…

He hadn’t noticed anything unusual; this damned woman was fooling him again!

She’d tricked him more than once—he could practically feel his blood boiling with rage.

Mu Yinyin clung to him, her hands creeping under his shirt, and the moment her fingers touched his chest, Fu Siyen’s body jerked violently.

Her hands began to roam with abandon, but then she seemed to realize something, her drunken voice hazy, “Hm? You just called my name? You know me? When did we start? Should we shower first?”

Her soft, boneless hands were setting him alight, and Fu Siyen’s expression grew darker—he grabbed her hand in a firm grip, his voice harsh, “Mu Yinyin! Until the divorce is finalized, I’m warning you—not to go flirting with other men, or else—”

Before he could finish, Mu Yinyin yanked her hand free, gripped his jaw, and said domineeringly, “I already told you, we’re divorced. Why are you so long-winded? Could it be that you… really can’t do it? Tsk.”

With that, she gave him a push of disdain, but with her drunken weakness, it had little effect.

Fu Siyen’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “Mu Yinyin! Do you really think I won’t touch you?”

His alluring lips parted, and Mu Yinyin, as if bewitched, leaned in and kissed him.

Fu Siyen froze.

There were many things a man and woman could do, but with just a few teasing moves, she had already set his desire ablaze, uncontrollable and wild.